Nothing says spring like the daffodils. They're starting to bloom everywhere (except the silly little guys in my own yard!) and shine through the gray and gloom of a rainy day. We took Blackie for a walk last night and the spring peepers were croaking. I can smell it in the air. Spring is coming. I want to dance in the wind...
I've been fighting the stomach flu for almost two weeks now. Once I think it's gone and I'm feeling good, it rears its ugly head again. I missed my friend Melissa's 40th birthday party this weekend because of this nasty little bug. (I'm so sorry, Melissa. I so wanted to be there!) I decided that I needed a jaunt out of the house on Saturday afternoon, so we decided to drive down to Cannon Beach just for the heck of it. We discovered this new little path that we had never seen. What do you imagine is at the end of it? I think I might possibly come out into a secret cove with an ancient pirate ship standing gaurd.
My camera has a mind of its own. I can never keep it from snapping a shot of Haystack rock through the mist. I must have a dozen or so of these. It's all good.
Nothing like a foggy breezy day on the beach to blow away a few old cobwebs.
This final Saturday meanderings picture is a shout out to my sister, Susan .
Won't you get up?
Won't you get up today..."